You are Florinity. A mythic creation of the universe it self. The embodiment infinite floral delight. A temperament of delicate yet bold to the vision. Coloring and contrasting all that exists. Always seeking a new place to blossom, to be viewed, to share the perfumes of soul.
Towering above the trees with mighty lengths of delphiniums yet nothing is compressed underneath the paws of ranunculus.
You listen to the sounds of all existing with an array of sunflowers that are interspersed with lupin and lavender.
Adorned in a sprawling coat of chinamum weaved about with spiraling patterns of gladiolus that surround aeoniums.
Sprawling wings of marigold that shade the lengths of field.
Your neck is clasped with valley of roses, from which you can speak thorns against those that should dare to challenge.
Mighty horns of cockscomb stand aside a single chocolate cosmos, it’s staggering size shadows oaks and with it you commune with the stars.
Eyes of dahlias and iris’s of iris you see all that is precious.
With a tail of Jade Vine that stretches to the horizon, you sway what once was.
The Angels Trumpets that hang as fangs give warning, that for all your grandeur and gentle gait, you could retract the life of a mountains.
Your travels leave an everlasting path, for there is no place you can not grow. Feared and desired. Petals of pleasure painted by potency of personality. Behold,
The Florinity.

-M

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